Han. Come, sir, it is not your painting alone makes your absolute man; ther's as fine a hand to be requir'd in carrying a dish, and as sweete arte to be shew'd in't as in any maister peece whatsoever; better then as you painted the Doctor eene now with his nose in an Urinall.
Lass. Be quiet, sir, or ile paint you by and by eating my maisters comfets. [Exit.
_Enter Flores, Cassimeere, Alberdure, Cornelia, and Moth.
Flor_. Prince Alberdure, my great desire to aunswere
The greatnes of your birth and high deserts
With entertainment fitting to your state
Makes althings seem too humble for your presence.
Alber. Courteous S. Flores, your kinde welcome is
Worthy the presence of the greatest Prince,
And I am bound to good Earle Cassimeere
For honouring me with your desierd acquaintance.
Cass. Wilt please you therefore to draw neere, my lord?
Flo. Wilt please your grace to sit?
Alber. No, good S. Flores; I am heere admiring
The cunning strangenes of your antick worke:
For though the generall tract of it be rough
Yet is it sprinckled with rare flowers of Art.
See what a livelie piercing eye is here;
Marke the conveiance of this lovelie hand;
Where are the other parts of this rare cheeke?
Is it not pittie that they should be hid?
Flo. More pittie 'tis (my lord) that such rare art Should be obscur'd by needie povertie; Hee's but a simple man kept in my house.
Alber. Come, sirra, you are a practitioner, Lets have your judgement here.